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crack_van2006-08-30 09:34 pm
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Distractions by Trudy West (PG13)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Mentions Fraser/Victoria, Fraser/Frannie
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truwest
Author Website: Author's SW fic
Why this must be read:
The Deal ends with Frannie in a beaten up Fraser's apartment wearing very little, and Heaven and Earth sees neither of them exactly forthcoming as to precisely what happened. This fic tells Fraser's side of what happened that evening, where in fending off Frannie's attentions he finds himself telling the story of Victoria and Fortitude Pass. It works with the contrast of Fraser's words to Francesca - much calmer than the emotions that the memory of Victoria still evokes in Fraser.
His injuries make a deft contrast with Fraser's painful memories and regrets. This is a lonely Fraser fragile enough to be blown away by the whirlwind of Victoria. And although from Fraser's POV, this fic does a good Frannie - from her frustrations at Fraser to how she holds her promise of - well, not exactly - silence.
He had had too much physical contact with too many people recently. Images flashed through his mind, distracting, unsettling, a mix of the dangerously pleasurable and the dangerously violent. Francesca, leaning against him while propositioning him in the church. Zuko, knocking him flat on the basketball court. Elaine. And the beating. He had almost forgotten how obscenely intimate a beating could be, hands on him, immobilizing him, fingers in his hair, fists striking flesh, the men so close he could smell their sweat.
A sound. He snapped alert as he identified it. It was the click of a doorknob turning.
He sat bolt upright as the door swung open. His feet touched the floor as the dark figure entered the room. One person - a gunman, then, come to deliver Zuko's fatal message. He waited for the outstretched arm, the sight of the gunbarrel -
But -
The figure was a woman. It's Francesca Vecchio, noted the observant part of his brain, the part that was always imperturbable, always calm. And he remembered why that name discomfited him more than that of Frankie Zuko.
Distractions
Pairing: Mentions Fraser/Victoria, Fraser/Frannie
Author on LJ:
truwestAuthor Website: Author's SW fic
Why this must be read:
The Deal ends with Frannie in a beaten up Fraser's apartment wearing very little, and Heaven and Earth sees neither of them exactly forthcoming as to precisely what happened. This fic tells Fraser's side of what happened that evening, where in fending off Frannie's attentions he finds himself telling the story of Victoria and Fortitude Pass. It works with the contrast of Fraser's words to Francesca - much calmer than the emotions that the memory of Victoria still evokes in Fraser.
His injuries make a deft contrast with Fraser's painful memories and regrets. This is a lonely Fraser fragile enough to be blown away by the whirlwind of Victoria. And although from Fraser's POV, this fic does a good Frannie - from her frustrations at Fraser to how she holds her promise of - well, not exactly - silence.
He had had too much physical contact with too many people recently. Images flashed through his mind, distracting, unsettling, a mix of the dangerously pleasurable and the dangerously violent. Francesca, leaning against him while propositioning him in the church. Zuko, knocking him flat on the basketball court. Elaine. And the beating. He had almost forgotten how obscenely intimate a beating could be, hands on him, immobilizing him, fingers in his hair, fists striking flesh, the men so close he could smell their sweat.
A sound. He snapped alert as he identified it. It was the click of a doorknob turning.
He sat bolt upright as the door swung open. His feet touched the floor as the dark figure entered the room. One person - a gunman, then, come to deliver Zuko's fatal message. He waited for the outstretched arm, the sight of the gunbarrel -
But -
The figure was a woman. It's Francesca Vecchio, noted the observant part of his brain, the part that was always imperturbable, always calm. And he remembered why that name discomfited him more than that of Frankie Zuko.
Distractions
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